Anyway, it was quite a phenomenon for me to share a bed with Grandma. Snuggled warm under the covers I was aware suddenly that Grandma was floating into my room IN HER NIGHTGOWN OF ALL THINGS! It was white, long to her tiny feet, had puffy sleeves with lace on the edge and was gathered at her tiny wrists. Not sure, but I think lace appeared on the neck and bodice too. Most likely as I think about it now it was a lovely nightgown she had fashioned herself. The light was dim, not wanting to wake 'sleeping me'- and I was peering curiously at this tiny lady through lids that were only open a tiny slit, keeping it secret I was wide awake!!! She began taking down her hair, for goodness sake. It was only through sheer willpower that I didn't gasp out loud as she unbound that long braid that appeared as she loosened her bun! Then, low and behold, her hair began to cascade from the braid, wavy and flowing all the way down her back! It was shiny brown. What happened to my Grandma??? She miraculously became a petite beautiful little woman!!!
She quietly slipped into bed beside me, and the soft breathing rhythms of sleep began. I lay there transfixed in wonder. Grandma Holton was a pretty woman, not just sweet "Little Grandma." Wonder of all wonders. I will never forget that!
She and Grandpa always had a dog, and the pooch when I was little was a reddish spaniel. His name was Dusky because his coat reminded them of the sky at dusk. He held a prominent position in their home. I loved him too. Mom used to tell me that they always had dogs, and most often they were hunting dogs, because Grandpa was quite the hunter in his time! (More about that in another post.) Usually the dogs were a male and female pair of Setters. If I recall correctly the favorite breed was English Setter, but I think at one time they may have owned Irish Setters also.
Today it is COLD out there - actually below freezing - but sunny and bright.